Knowing the morning routine is not the same as knowing a birthday or a favorite color. The mundane is a witnessing that encompasses a being. Who knows you on a Tuesday? Wednesday? Who knows me at 1:00 pm and in February?

I enjoyed the way strangers were so easily projectable, the way you could connect to them for a fleeting moment. I envied their gravity to New York, the way they were tethered to a life with roles and responsibilities while mine were flimsy at best. I could leave the city with ease, no one knew I was there, no one depended on my staying.

“I enjoy the familiarity of walking upstairs to find more rooms and being in hallways without other people above or below. I enjoy that there are no neighbors.”